Amnesiac Yandere Ex-Wife Always Wants to Remarry

Synopsis:

(A world with a matriarchal worldview, where history, the present, and the future are all centered around women.)

[The story has been revised and is complete. Please leave a 5-star review! Three spin-off collections are available in the author’s profile. The next book, Fake Goddess, a prequel to this one, is also in the works!]

[Surface-level gentle and clingy but actually a manipulative yandere ex-wife × Surface-level cold and proud but actually a seductive and oblivious wife]

The deep affection of their youth couldn’t withstand the erosion of time, and Xia Pingwu still proposed a divorce to her childhood sweetheart and wife, Ming Chunshan.

The moment she received the divorce papers, Ming Chunshan fed the flimsy document directly to a dying beast.

On her way home, her mind raced with eight hundred ways to tie Xia Pingwu down in their bedroom.

When Ming Chunshan opened the door, she saw her usually composed and proud wife examining their wedding photo, a look of surprise in her eyes.

Xia Pingwu tried to act calm but couldn’t hide a sense of smugness. “Well, I can understand that I’m very charming. But I’m not really looking for a relationship right now.”

Ming Chunshan put away the sharp blade and handcuffs she was clutching, her smile filled with a familiar, gentle affection. “It’s alright. I can woo you again.”

Her beloved wife’s memory had regressed to their school days, when they were still childhood sweethearts and hadn’t yet mastered their special abilities.

Ming Chunshan took the opportunity to follow closely behind Xia Pingwu, using protective care to hide the intense possessiveness beneath her gentle facade.

They finally became close again, but one day, the beast that had supposedly died came back to life. When Ming Chunshan rushed to her wife’s side, she saw the beast had already been disemboweled.

The culprit, Xia Pingwu, didn’t even glance at the corpse. Instead, she held up a sheet of paper with barely legible writing and looked at Ming Chunshan with cold eyes.

“Look, guess what treasure I dug out of this guy’s stomach. You didn’t love me that much either; you even drafted divorce papers.”

Ming Chunshan dropped her gentle act, grabbing Xia Pingwu’s fragile neck and revealing her long-hidden fangs. “A-Jie, how do you want me to love you?”